She gasped softly as his fingertips traced slow circles around har naval and across her abdomen. "It's time for your deep cleansing treatment," he said. "Just close your eyes and relax, I believe you will find this quite satisfying."

He helped her slide downward until her hips almost crossed the edge of the bed. Her feet rested upon the two chairs he had placed as its side, comfortably spread with her knees relaxed and gently parted... her hips cradled atop soft towels. Arranging the pillow beneath her head, he again caressed her brow. "Breathe easy and let the waters flow."

He took his place seated in the third chair between her outstretched thighs. Reaching to the side table he lifted the colon tube and, gliding it through his right hand tested its full length.

The involuntary shudder began with a quiver in her belly and swept downward in a throbbing rush that tightened to a tense cramp in her vagina before rippling backward to tingle through her hips and start the rhythmic deep throb in her anus.

His hands deftly attached the tube to the hose that draped from the full oversized bag hanging from the stand. Then he paused to slip his right hand into the deep purple glove and squeeze a generous dollop of the cool gel onto his fingertips.

It's amazing how the mind can detatch from the sensations our body sends us. We process from afar even as we sort out the data being sent from so near.

Even though she had ignored his advice to close here eyes, recline, relax and enjoy... even though she had watched in rapt attention as the gel pooled atop his gloved fingertips... even though she had watched that hand slowly descend from view across the silken hillock of her pubis and between her parted thighs... even though she knew exactly what was coming... she could not restrain her body from the full shudder that swept upward from her hips as his fingertips first touched the soft and pouting lower lips nuzzling between anus and vagina at the base of her hips.

She could not avoid the goosebumps that raced across her hips as he drew his fingertips the full length of her labial lips, spreading the cool and glistening gel.

With long and full caresses light as a feather he teased from her hips to the union of her labial lips above her clitorus.

Once... twice... three times... his fingertips stroked.

Would he ever just SPREAD HER FOR CRYING OUT LOUD AND GET ON WITH IT!!!!!

Such yearnings and anticipations brought aching cramps to her calves and even to her feet, the tension ever building.

Only then did the tenor of his touch change.

This time a single fingertip... gliding... not atop, but between... descending into the deep valley of her hips, rippling softly across the tautly pursed bud of her pulsing anus, tingling across that softest hidden glade of her pelvic floor, then still further forward to tease across the now flowing well of her vagina and bound with a flickering lightning bolt across the peak of her engorged clitorus.

An almost animal keening moan of delight and desire slipped from her lips as her back arched, rolling her hips upward to follow the sensation.

Then the chill touch of the gel returned to exactly where she desired to find it as his left hand parted her hips and his right index finger alit softly at the center of her throbbing anus.

Slowly.... in rhythm to the rocking of her hips and her deep full-throated sighs he began to circle the tight and pulsing ring.

Every nerve ending tingled as his fingertip traced slow circles around and around. By the third circle her hips were moving along with his fingertip, rolling with the touch in a soft rocking orbit.

Soon enough as she closed her eyes and arched her head backward she felt the pulsing tension and release as her bud opened and pursed in time... that tender portal searching for his fingertip and craving to draw it inside.

And the gentleman obliged her cravings. His fingertip softly caressing the throbbing ring... and the lightly pressing, gliding full length inside in a single slow thrust.

Holding there as her breath shuddered with a single deep gasp... his finger caught in the clenching grasp of her yearnings, then curling to the fore... his fingertip tingling through the tender inner walls to caress the swollen plum of her g-spot.

Rolling it softly beneath his touch as her hips began thrusting against his hand... the heel of his hand pressed against the steaming warmth of her sex as she rocked against him.

Then, she felt his fingertip glide out to gather more of the cool, slick gel and return with a partner... two fingers rolling deep inside her rectum.

Satisfied that she was now ready for her treatment he glided his gloved fingers outside and picked up the tip of the colon tube.

"Relax, little one and enjoy... we'll just go a little bit for now."

She sighed and began to breathe deeply as the rounded tip circled the tight tulip of her anus, then exhaled in bliss as it slipped inside. She felt the motion as he rolled it slowly between his fingertips... two... then four... then six inches inside. And then the sensations changing as the tip found the apex and climbed still further upward entering her most hidden inner tunnel.

"Just a bit of flowing water to open you inside, Little One."

She heard the click of the clamp and then began to soar upward on the warm wave that softly surged upward into her belly.

Even as the warm blush of bliss flushed across her body he closed the clamp and advanced the tube still further. She felt the insistent tingle inside as it climbed higher... both an intimate invader and a welcome friend.

His lubricated hand spreading the gel upon a few more exposed inches of the tube and then easing it another two inches at a time inside. Ever higher it crept as she writhed upon the movement tickling up her left side. Sometimes teasing back outward and rolling before moving yet again deeper. At other moments, the clamp opened and the warm surge opening her to his advance, before still further it glided.

"Halfway home, Little One," she heard his whisper, feeling the tickle beneath her ribs. "Roll onto your right side for me."

His left hand moved to massage her flank as she snuggled down into a fetal curl on her right side. The sensation of motion upon her skin merged with the flickers of movement so high within. His right hand pressed against her hips as his fingertips manipulated the tube. Tension... motion... and release as the inner tip curled around the deep curve to begin gliding across her belly.

The click as the clamp opened halfway yet again for a slow flow as his fingertips rolled and teased the tube inside her.

Gliding across as the warmth spread.

Feeling its tip move within her abdomen.

Slipping with each movement further across.

"There now... all in," he whispered as he opened the clamp full bore and the flood surged to her deepest depths.

With a quiet slurp the bag went flat and she heard the welcome click of the clamp again. She watched as he removed the glove and moved the connector from the now flaccid bag to a second full one.

His hands caressed circles deep into the swollen fullness of her slightly distended belly as he helped her roll back onto her back.

Then he opened the second clamp to a slow flow as the cooler waters of the second bag continued to fill her.

Carefully kneading her upturned tummy he measured the fullness as his free hand slowly began to withdraw the tube.

He left behind... inch by blessed inch... that aching pleasuring wave of fullness.

Sensations of waves overpowered her as his hands moved and she began to moan in low, pleading tones. The tingle at the throbbing sphincter trembled at each tiny tug as the tube slowly inched back downward.

Even as she surrendered to the aching tension that flooded through her very core. The clamp clicked shut again and the tip flickered in a last tease as he withdrew it from her tautly pursed anus.

"There now, Little One.... That's a nice warm and filling of nearly four quarts. Perhaps we should help you hold it a bit as you relax."

She watched through parted thighs as he picked up the inflatable plug and spread still more of the cool gel across its glistening black surface.

Then his hands descended from view and she felt the chill of this new invader begin to press in gentle rhythmic thrusts against her tightly clenched rosebud.

When she recovered from the spasming waves that rocked her body enough to open her eyes, she looked downward between her thighs to see him smile. His attention was raptly focused upon the nibbling lips of her anus as it rhythmically pursed against and then opened ever so softly around the tip of the plug in response to his movements.

She, too, was focused intently on the sensations in that singular touch. She felt her hidden lips nibbling at the new toy, almost aching to draw it inside her. That yearning desire along with the waves of moving waters that mirrored every motion of her rocking pelvis brought her to the edge of yet another sexual release.

With each touch he pressed the plug more deeply. Tiny thrusts in fractions of an inch... then deeper urges as he pressed with each stroke an inch and more deep... she felt the delicious stretch as her inner ring began to open around him... still deeper with thrusts of two and then three inches... this time with an aching stretch... would it actually fit without her releasing to flood the floor?

And then at its deepest yet a moment that suspended time as he pressed a bit further and held. The downward rocking of her hips marked her desire as with her own yelp of pleasure she crossed that final boundary and felt herself draw the plug inside to its seat.

So quickly an inner surge as he squeezed the bulb once, then twice. Stretching still more and gasping with the sudden inner fullness she arched her back and then relaxed only to feel a gentle pressure yet again as he slowly added one more squeeze to seal her fully.

"Now, Little One,... no worries, just ride."

And with the back of his hand he stroked upward across the full length of her hot and swollen labial lips... the backs of his fingertips softly grazing the peaks of their fullness, stroke after long, bliss-filled stroke... each one carrying her ever higher on the waves of her sexual release.

Each stroke ending with his fingertips teased across the burning peak of her clitorus, now peeking between the engorged labia. An orgasm that seemed soft, yet endless as the clouds lifted her to the oblivion of pleasure.

Finally, as her bucking shudders slowed to an almost exhausted rest his fingers lifted away... gone as softly as the dissipation of the morning fog... their touch seeming still present as a fond memory.

Then a new touch as he bent and his lips pursed atop her lower lips... a gentle, tender kiss of both intimacy and farewell... the lightest flicker of his tongue atop he clitorus, then departed.

Offering his hand, he helped her up, gently guiding her to the toilet and as he lowered her there to rest, the hissss of a relaxing plug gliding out of her as she felt the first ripples of her final rapture in release.

Thanks to all for your encouragement. W.